I’m trying to learn this formatting thing/how to do poetry on the internet thing.

I tend to feel a little self-conscious and pretentious–like, would I like a triple-brewed beverage and a side of thrifted clothing with my poetry–but that’s okay. Also, I love thrift stores.

Here’s the original, non-photo formatting of this poem:

blink

we are only a line of her song

the earth sings us softly

our colours have not yet faded

our song still hangs in the air

like fireflies, or rain,

don’t blink, don’t exhale, or else

you’ll miss us

a small and glorious note